In the winding hours of the late evening new evidence came in from abroad, that the reason there are criminals are the same reason there are crimes, because one person is not any less fallible than the next, though either or may be more powerful. YIKES.
Today marks another day of bad decisions made in the blink of an eye, barely realized until it was too late to say sorry to a stranger. Yes folks, I almost killed another baby, potentially.
The story goes like this:
Young underworked white male wants to pretend he can ride his racing bike really fast. To accomplish this he cuts off of the nicely delineated German bike path and into the road without looking at traffic behind him. He underestimates the space he´ll need to get around a white parked sedan, forcing a middle aged white male in a black coupe to swerve around him. Beep. The young man is put off by the loud noise. The black coupe comes to a halt up ahead and the young man spitefully bikes passed him. Beep. Again, the young man is put off, but he slows down somewhat. The man driver pulls up. Both are perturbed, the young man refuses to apologize and for a moment, hates everything, despite the nice demeanor of the older man. "You could say sorry at least," the older man says in German. Hate hate hate. The young man nods and turns around to cross the road behind the black sedan. Memories of bike accidents and angry drivers from back home in the states crowd his mind. He is sorry that he was not nicer to the perturbed German, though he is glad that he did not spit on his car for no good reason. He could be dead.
Karma takes its course.
He remembers months of misery after having destroyed the tail light of another car not even so long ago.
He called his mother then, but twice? Enough.
He writes about his experience to justify it and to forewarn that the streets are dangerous because you have no idea what you will do next when you´re on them.
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